Chapter 296: "I've had a foul mouth since I was little, and I haven't had much quality since then!"

"Um..."

The man dressed as a waiter in front of him hesitated for a moment before gritting his teeth and saying, "That...the gathering is about to start, all the powers have arrived, and everyone is waiting for Carl Jacob Company's arrival. Shall we go in first?"

"Alright."

Kerr Cowell nodded calmly, not saying much as he looked at the hotel entrance, which was at least five or six meters high, and strode in with his walking stick in one hand.

Scar Dog didn't say anything either, shrugging his shoulders and taking big strides after Cowell with an unlit cigarette in his mouth and his hands in his pockets.

They were a party of five people.

None of them wore masks, nor did they use any items to conceal their appearance.

They all exposed their faces openly.

For them, whether their faces would be exposed was not important at all.

As soon as they entered the hotel, they saw a lobby as big as a soccer field.